Page 98 of Playboy Billionaire

“I guess I’m going to have another little cousin.”

“Yes, a little girl.”

“No shit?” he grinned.

“No shit.”

“Does this mean Uncle Griffin’s going to hang up his superhero cape?”

“I hope not!” she said.

“He’s a wild-ass. He can’t continue to risk his life when he’s a dad. You two are OTP.”

“OTP?”

“Google it,” he said, grinning.

“You can’t do that to me, what does it mean?”

“One true pairing.”

“Tyler, I need a dictionary to keep up with you. Where do you come up with them?”

“That’s what Faye says. Anyway, congratulations Penelope.”

“By the way, I’ve had several directors asking me about you. Spielberg thought you had a certain star quality. He said you lit up the screen…even with only those few lines.”

Ty’s eyes widened, “You’re kidding me, right? Spielberg?”

“I swear. You have a real shot at it.”

“That’s amazing,” he said.

Penelope saw Constance, her manager, striding purposely toward her.

“Where have you been?”

“I took a slight detour on my way over here.”

“Roz Dunlap is looking for you.”

“Roz? She is?”

“Yes. She has a script you’ll definitely be interested in. Who do we have here?” she asked looking Tyler up and down like he was an acquisition.

Griffin walked up just then holding a glass of amber liquid. “Hey, sorry got caught up in a discussion with Stew.”

“I think the father of the baby should have to abstain for nine months too,” Tyler said. “It’s hardly fair.”

Griffin snorted, “Who’s side are you on?”

“The one with the most connections in the biz,” he said. Griffin and Penelope burst out laughing.

“That would be Constance here. Tyler, Griffin, meet Constance Monroe, my manager. Constance, this is Griffin and his nephew, Ty.”

“You both were simply fabulous in the film!” Constance said.

A waiter in formal attire approached, carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres. Tyler took a napkin from the tray and loaded it with a variety of appetizers.

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